Title: 'Untitled' (No seriously it is)

Series: Based on a chapter from the fanfic 'Heart to Hart' starring Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart

Pairing: Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels

Rating: 'M'

Genre: Friendship/Angst

Summary: Based on the chapter titled "Marty and Me" from Heart to Heart. If you want the whole story then read H2H. Otherwise just enjoy. I can't say much or it'll ruin it. Enjoy!

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For Seraphalexiel

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Marty could feel Shawn's eyes on him, his angry glaring just boring into him but he didn't care. He'd made up his mind and there was nothing Shawn could do about it. He needed to get away. Not only was Shawn better at single's wrestling, he was also a lot better looking. So good looking that even Marty found himself watching Shawn when he wasn't looking. That was the other reason why he needed to just get away. He knew for several months now that he'd fallen for his best friend but there was no way in hell he could ever tell Shawn. Then there was the fact that Shawn would probably freak out which would only add to the hurt he felt in his heart every time those beautiful jewels rounded on him.

"Marty. Look at me." Startled, Marty looked up from his seat on the edge of the bed to find a half naked Shawn standing over him. His hands were clinched at his sides, his wavy hair just barely covering the nipples Marty only tasted in his dreams. His red boxers were a little looser than Marty was used to but he supposed it was because Shawn had been losing a lot of weight. He sighed.

"What? Shawn please. Let's not fight. We've been fighting all day and you know I hate fighting with you."

"But this is our first real fight!" he snapped. "And you're doing a terrible job at it because you're not even paying me any attention whatsoever."

"I know," Marty said with a shrug. "There's no point in trying to reason with you when you're like this."

"When I'm like what Marty?"

"Shawn—

"No! How the hell am I supposed to act? My best friend is about to leave me out to dry and for what?" he yelled.

"I already told you," he grumbled.

"No. You fed me some bullshit excuse about needing to 'find yourself'. You're going to have to do better than that my friend because if not, we will fight here tonight. I refuse to let you leave me without a damn good reason!" Shawn was so angry that his face was redder than a cherry.

"Shawn…" he sighed. "Look Shawn, I don't…want to fight about this. Just trust me. I…I need to get away." Marty stood to his feet but Shawn shoved him back down on the bed.

"You're not running away this time Marty," he growled. "You always run when pressed but not this time. I need answers dammit!" Marty averted his eyes to his feet. He just couldn't bring himself to meet that icy glare.

"I…I don't know what else to say Shawn," he managed. "I'm sorry my reasons weren't good enough but they were—

"ALL LIES!" he screamed. Marty tried to stand again but Shawn shoved him back to the bed as hard as he could. Before Marty could even think to move, Shawn scrambled on top of him straddling his waist.

"SHAWN! WHAT THE--? STOP IT!" He tried to shove his friend away but Shawn pinned both his arms over his head though he had to work for it. They were about equal in strength so it was very exhausting holding Marty in place but he didn't think much of it. All he cared about was making his friend stay with him no matter what the cost.

"Marty, tell me the real reason you want to leave," Shawn breathed. His face was only a few inches from Marty's now making him extremely uncomfortable. Marty turned his head to face the wall.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Shawn groaned.

"Marty please," he begged. "Why are you sorry? What did I do to make you feel like you need to leave? Tell me what happened!"

"You…you happened."

"But what did I do?" Shawn cried. "Please Marty. Tell me what I did! If…Whatever it is I'm willing to change!" Marty turned his head finally meeting Shawn's gaze. He was crying now; his face filled with both sadness and confusion. Marty shook his head.

"Let me up Shawn. Please," he begged. "If you don't…"

"You'll what?" Marty couldn't take the hurt look anymore so he closed his eyes tightly, fighting back his own tears. He couldn't do it. There was no way in hell he could reveal to Shawn his feelings. People already thought bad about them to begin with and by telling Shawn his true feelings, he would be confirming all the rumors. I can't do that to him. I care too much to put him through something like that. "Don't go." Marty gasped at the sound of Shawn's voice in his ear. Shawn's hands were now sliding down his arms stopping at his shoulders.

"Sha…Shawn what…what are you doing?" he stammered.

"I want you to stay with me," he sobbed. He kissed the top of Marty's head and then began planting sloppy, fevered kisses all around Marty's face.

"Shawn no—

"I won't! I won't let you leave me," he choked. He slid his hands up to cup Marty's face then crushed his lips with a kiss. It was tearing Shawn apart and the fact that Marty wasn't responding only made it worse. He finally tore his lips away and just stared down at Marty. "Please," he sobbed. "Don't go."

Marty couldn't take the sadness in his eyes anymore. In fact, he just couldn't take any of it anymore. He grabbed the back of Shawn's head and pushed their lips together easily dominating his mouth. Shawn gasped, trying to speak but his sobs were preventing him from asking the obvious 'why'. Marty suddenly gripped Shawn's hips flipping them over.

"Marty…"

"This Shawn," he snapped. "This is why I have to go." He crushed Shawn's lips once more completely taking his breath away. Shawn moaned into the kiss bringing Marty straight to arousal. He quickly parted Shawn's legs moving his body up and down brushing his erection against Shawn. Then, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing, he tore his lips away angrily. "Now you know," he said softly. Marty pulled back to leave but Shawn wrapped his legs tightly around his hips.

"Don't go," he whispered sadly.

"I got to. I can't…I won't do this to you!"

"Do you love me?" Marty blinked several times taken back by the question. Did he love Shawn? Of course he loved him; probably more than he should but how would that change anything? "Marty. Do you love me?" Marty looked away well aware that by not answering he was giving Shawn his answer. Yes Shawn. I love you. All I do is picture us spending the rest of our lives together but its not going to happen.

"I won't…I won't give you an answer."

"Then I guess we're both leaving."

"Wait, what?!?! NO! I refuse to let you leave! You're the future of this business and—

Shawn's eyes flashed dangerously and Marty knew he'd been beat.

"So it's okay for you to just up and leave but I can't? So how are you planning on stopping me Marty?" he asked coldly.

"I have my reasons for leaving Shawn. I just gave you the biggest reason of them all—

"Then answer my question dammit! Do you love me or not?! I need to know before you just up and leave me!" Marty hesitated. He was stuck. He was backed into a corner because Shawn wouldn't let him leave. I'll never tell him…I'll just have to lie. It's the only way…

"No. I…I don't love you." Even as he said the words, his heart was breaking in two.

"Alright. That's…that's fine. I just needed to know but before you leave I need you to do something for me."

"Alright. What do you want?" Whatever it is I'll do it. Just a small price to pay for telling him such lies even though it's for his own good.

"I want you to touch me." WHAT THE HELL?!

"T-t-t-t-touch you?" he stammered. "But…I mean…what DO you mean?" Marty knew full well what he meant. He just couldn't believe that he wanted him to. It was something he'd only dreamed of hearing and now that he'd said it…

"You know what I mean Marty. Now do it. Touch me," he coaxed.

"Shawn…don't…it's not fair. I don't—

He was silenced when Shawn wrapped his arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss. Marty didn't want to respond but his body was already on fire for his partner. In just seconds Marty managed to reverse the roles, his tongue delving deep into Shawn's cavern. Shawn arched into Marty and a low moan escaped him when their arousals touched. Marty pulled away looking deep into those jewels he loved so much. Shawn was hard. Hard for him and that was something he never thought possible.

"Shawn—

"Do it," he whispered. "Make love to me." Marty didn't need telling twice. If it was what he wanted then by God he was going to do it. Marty wasted no time planting tiny kisses down Shawn's body stopping to lick, nip and suck each nipple. They were fully erect just for him and he was finally getting to taste them. Shawn's moaning wasn't helping him though. He was certain that if his friend didn't stop making sounds he wouldn't be able to make it to the actual intercourse part. He silence the moans by capturing Shawn's lips again, all the while sliding a hand in his boxers to clasp his rock hard member.

"Mn…Marty please…" he moaned between kisses. Marty's lips left his to nip at his ear.

"Whatever you want beautiful." He slowly began pumping his partner's cock, stroking him very slowly so he could take in every whimper, every moan the blonde made. Shawn thrust into his hand, his hips rolling from the pleasure. Marty chuckled in his ear sending weak shudders through Shawn's body. Marty pulled his hand away and Shawn practically lost it. "Ahh… Marty…don't…don't play."

Marty grinned before sliding down his body to pull the shorts off of him. Instead of clasping his member, he put his entire mouth around it.

"Oh fuck!" Shawn's hips immediately thrust into the warmth and he was nearing climax too. The bittersweet taste of Shawn's precum slid easily down Marty's throat. Marty hummed a little all the while letting his teeth graze his sides. He flicked his tongue deep over the slit and Shawn threw his head back screaming his name as he cummed. Marty watched as Shawn's breathing calmed and then to his surprise, Shawn flipped over on his own.

"Take my hips and do it."

"But…are you sure?"

"Yes now hurry! I want you inside of me."

Marty rid himself of his shorts then clasped Shawn's hips. He sucked on his fingers then slid them into Shawn. He gasped at the feeling for it was still a little uncomfortable. He'd been in this position at least once or twice before but Marty knew nothing about it. And he never will.

"Oh fuck!" Shawn screamed. Marty had found the spot and it felt so good. "Now," he pleaded. "I need you inside me now!" Marty wasted no time thrusting deep inside of him. Shawn gripped the sheets screaming in pain but then he gasped after a wave of pleasure overcame him. No longer was their pain because it had been replaced by the most wonderful pleasure to exist. "Harder," he breathed. "Please…" Marty gripped his hips tighter slamming deep into him.

"Oh fuck Shawn! So tight! Just like I knew you'd be. I love you…Fuck I love you!" He was so lost in the joy of his pleasure that he never really realized what he'd let slip. A few more thrusts later and Marty reached his peak spilling himself into Shawn's warmth. They both collapsed on the bed, adjusting themselves until they were wrapped in each other's arms. Both men remained silent and it wasn't long until Shawn fell asleep. Marty however, stayed awake the entire time purposely playing with the strands of Shawn's hair until he slept. Finally when he figured Shawn was in a deep sleep, he eased out of the bed and crept towards the restroom. He washed up putting on some fresh clothes then eased out of the restroom. As he crossed the room to grab his bags he caught sight of the beautiful blonde sleeping. His eyes welled with tears but he blinked them back. He had to go. He had to go so that Shawn's life wouldn't be ruined. Marty reached into one of his smaller bags and pulled out a yellow scarf. He laid it on the dresser and with one last glance at the sleeping blonde, he left the room.

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When Shawn woke up the next morning, he was sore but amazingly rejuvenated. He yawned loudly as he sat up in bed. Scanning the room he noticed that only one set of bags was sitting my the closet door. His heart sank, his brain just now recalling the events of yesterday. He left…He really left… Shawn's eyes began to flood with tears but it was then that he saw the bright yellow scarf resting on the dresser. He rolled out of bed and quickly hurried to the dresser. It was Marty's scarf; the one he wore the night The Rockers made their first AWA debut. Shawn choked back a sob. He grabbed the scarf and just breathed in Marty's scent. He was gone. He was really gone and in all likely hood, he would never see him again. Shawn was sad – heartbroken even but somehow he managed to smile after a while. He wasn't smiling because Marty was gone. He was smiling because he knew that somebody somewhere loved him and that somebody was Marty.

"I love you too," he whispered. "Always."